Poetry Month continues with a verse for Trevor Allaby, who backs me at the $1 level… but for how long?
Baby Please Don’t Go
Dear Trevor A: we want you stay
But you have a foot out the door
Don’t mean to control you, but we’re gonna hold you
By nailing your shoes to the floor.
You really impress when you’re at the ingress
You’re one of our favourite fellas
We’ll come back from some place, drape our stuff on your face
Our hats, and our coats and umbrellas.
Come chat with Ryan!
Save those meeples
